A super lame short story i just wrote with no editing and no point whatsoever and also based on a really lame quote!

Alright kids, i’m really bored right now since glenn left (he’s my source of entertainment at night! Ok that sounds really bad…) I am stuck with my stupid stupid imagination. So I decided to take that hack job of a quote from about two months ago and re-do it into a short story. Here goes nothing; no editing, no rewrites, just my pure writing form. I’m freaked out.

The clouds started to swirl and twist together in the new night sky any evidence that the sun had just been there completely erased. A young girl and boy holding hands walked along the never ending side walks of New York, taking in as much of each other as possible before the night drew to an end. The quiet self conscious girl continuously blushed and hid her face in her warm wool scarf as the wind whipped itself around her body, sliding down her hair and whipping itself off the ends. After a few minutes of comfortable silence between the two, the girl could hide her feelings of self consciousness no longer. She hurriedly blurted out, “Do you think I’m pretty?” The young boyfriend looked momentarily surprised before suddenly responding with a dull, “No.” A shocked look came upon this crushed girls face and she sullenly stuttered, “Well, do you want to be with me, do you want us, do you want to be together forever?” He shifted his gaze and stared at her before chuckling, “no.” The heartbroken girl shifted her face to the side, avoiding his gaze before she quietly muttered into her scarf, “If I left, would you even cry?” His voice was softer this time, but he still stated the same horrible word as before, “no.” The young girl was crushed. She ripped her hand from his and began to run away from her tormenter as the rain started pouring sheets of cold wet water all over her fragile broken body. She heard footsteps behind her, and began to run faster until she felt a pair of hands grab her around the waste and pull her against a wall. She looked up at him, the streaks of salty tears and rain water mixing together and forming individual pathways down her face. Suddenly he spoke up saying, “you didn’t even give me chance to explain myself. Don’t you even care?” when her only response was looking down at her feet, he continued saying, “My love, no, I do not find you pretty. I do not find you average. I find you to be the most beautiful creature that has ever walked on this earth.” Slowly she looked up at him, searching his face to see if the whole thing was a joke. When she noticed the tears brimming around his own eyes, she began listening to what he was saying. “My love, I may not want to be with you forever, and I hope you understand, but I need to be with you forever. I simply cannot live without you.” A flicker of a smile appeared on her face as she waited for his last response. Suddenly he cleared his throat, and in a shaking crackled voice he stated, “My love, no, I would not cry if you left me. I would not throw my fists onto the ground wondering why it had to happen to me. Darling, if you were to leave me, I would simply die.” Suddenly a large smile began to grow on her face. Catching the young boy by surprise, she reached her arms up as high as they could go and wrapped them around his neck. They both stood in the middle of New York, the rain pouring down their hair and onto their faces, trickling past their neck and sliding off their fingers, he embracing her and she him.

Ack I hate how I write. I don’t even remember what I just wrote. i didn’t edit it so yeah I know it sucks and I’m sorry for that. But at this point I just don’t have the energy to edit.
Anyway, that’s all for now I think. I’m going to bed because i’m still going to seminary and I’m still driving Jordan to school. but then I’ll come home and sleep. And bother glenn via email all day long. And prolly talk to annie and Antoinette or something. Dang it, I have to give a talk at church on Sunday about teaching your children. Any ideas kids?
Remember to remind yourself to remember.